The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-07-07

| thankful fOr. III ID Bredt pieasure W
be able to come here for a few hours
even, to look on them, and fix them
up little. Then there's my daughter,
away out in California; she is married
now, and just getting a nice little home,
she wrote me. SO some day, though
can barely pay my way just now, |
hope, by saving all can, to see her
again"
As Carroll looked at the frail form,
he wondered how she could hope even
! to pay her way much longer.
| "Pardon me-" he said after think
ing a moment. "May Task you have
much laid by for such purpose2"
ooh, not much; don't know exact
~ how much. You see, / am unable
to work long at time. i hoped to
have twenty dollars left when | got
back, but let me see; the fare was a
little more than expected, and then
the coffee. Ibid not intend to get that,
but somehow as I got nearer / felt
aint-like-and-well, that cost me
quarter. Still it helped me-helped
me a good deal. Well, let me see, she
said again, and pulling out the old
silk handkerchief, she united from one
corner a few small bills and some
change. Slowly she counted each
piece, and laid it carefully by itself.
eyes, that's all. ] did think it was
q dollar or so more, but that certain
" is all,-twelve dollars and sixty-hve
cents. Well, don't know; p'r'aps
never shall go, but it helps me to think
j may, some time.
Chow much do you think it would
cost your" asked Carroll.
"Oh. don't know. ! never dared
to ask for fear twas good deal.
Sometimes / have thought, p'r'aps
sixty dollars Do you think 'twould
cost much more?"
Carroll asked her the exact station
she would leave, and the one to which
she would go. Then he thought lit
tie, and looked mp, the faded eyes
were so expectant, so mixed with a
far of hoped-for happiness, that he
could not find courage to say one hun
bred dollars. She watched him close
ly for few seconds; then, as though
half afraid to speak, asked If 1T would
be very much more.
"Well | will tell YOU" said Carroll,
reluctantly. ~ find first class fare
with good meals all the way-that
makes it little larger, of course-will
Iscost you about one hundred dollars. "
The fiat bosom raised quickly, as he
spoke, and as it sunk slowly back, u
resigned but inexpressibly sad look
took the place OF the hopeful one. Be
fore she could speak, Carroll went
on
''Now, l will run up again on the
cheaper plan"
He turned around little, and again
opened his book. Two bills were there,
his last months pay, just one hundred
and fifty dollars,
Why shouldn't he? He had never
given much to anything. Many aman
gave that amount to q church or min
lister, and thought little OF it. Hehesi-
tated but an instant, then, tearing a
leaf from the book, wrote
"This money shall never miss. Take it
and go to your daughter. Please do not ask
me to take it back orever try to pay it. l
can sympathize with you, Tor i, too, have
watched by the dying. The very morning
your husband fell ut Shiloh, my only brother
was shot there, under the other flag.
Yours in sympathy, JAMES CARROLL"
Into this he put the money, and roll
ed it carefully.
"Here are the figures" hesaid, turn
ing to her, "all down plain,so you can
make no mistake. 1t will cost you
much less, | find, than we first sup
posed Please do not take time to
look them over till you are on the
train"
"Thank you, sir. Twill be q sort
of comfort to know Just what it will
cost, though since you spoke, fear
/ shall never go"
''But perhaps you may. Sometimes
things are in store for us that we least
expect. shall have ogonow. Good
by, and may God bless you"
As he passed the edge OF the trees,
Carol could not resist the temptation
to look back.
She stood as heleft her, looking down
at the smallest grave. After that she
put the paper away carefully, and
walked slowly around the graves, one
after the. other; then for moment
leaned on the solitary stone. He saw
her take out the old handkerchief and
pass it over her eyes for moment.
Then she turned away, and her tot
tering steps disappeared among the
pines.
Some six weeks after this, as Carroll
glanced over the pile of mail left at his
tent "A small white envelope, postmark-
cd Mt n town in Southern California,
took his attention.
As he eagerly opened it, he noticed
the writing inside was less cramped
and uneven than on the wrapper.
Dear unknown friend" itbegan,
''can ever thank youenough Tor your